In The Darkest Shadows.
Trowa stood in the darkness at the foot of Quatre Raberba Winner's four-poster bed, watching the angelic boy sleep. Tonight was the night, finally, when he got to sink his fangs into the pale throat of the sweet, innocent boy who had captivated him for the past few months, haunting his thoughts and dreams with his beautiful blue eyes.
He crept closer silently until he was right beside the sleeping boy and knelt down at his side, his emerald green eyes taking in every detail of the perfect face and blonde hair, his eyes moving slowly down until they rested on Quatre's neck. Trowa's fangs tingled unbearably, urging him on to taste the blonde boy's sweet blood and have done with it, so the vampire stood and leant over the sleeping figure, moving closer until he could smell the fragrance of spring flowers from Quatre's hair.
/When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special/
That made him stop in his tracks and look sadly at the closed eyes of the perfect creature in the bed. If he bit Quatre, the blonde boy would become one of his kind, a vampire. He would be bound to a life lived in darkness and shadows, never again to see the sunlight or be with his friends and family.
Trowa sank back to his knees with a soft sigh. He was in love, he'd known that from the first moment he'd laid eyes on Quatre, and it had been the only thought in his mind through all these months of watching, waiting. But now... He couldn't do it, not to Quatre. It was love, Trowa was sure of it, and he couldn't damn Quatre to eternal darkness just because he longed for a companion. Quatre was so beautiful, so innocent; he deserved to have everything Trowa was denied, to be able to walk in the sunlight without it burning his skin, to be able to look upon a crucifix without feeling the fear and guilt consume him, to be able to enter a church to pray for his soul without finding that he could not pass through the doors.
/But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here/
The tall vampire closed his eyes for a moment, knowing that he would spend the rest of his long life alone, and felt a tear trail its way down his cheek. He was so cold, so alone... Eternity was such a very long time to be without love, and it tore at his heart to realize that he would never get to hold his angel but instead would remain watching from the shadows, unnoticed, as Quatre grew older and found a lover, as he lived out his life in the sunshine and finally died, secure and safe in the light, still as pure and innocent as the day he was born.
This was torture, Trowa realized. Was it his punishment for all the lives he had taken before he finally got over his lust for blood and realized that to take blood from someone was not necessarily to kill them? Even now he killed unintentionally, occasionally, if he let the lust for blood consume him. It was the hardest thing to resist, his own nature.
/I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special/
Trowa's slender fingers brushed Quatre's blonde hair gently from his eyes and he stood up as silently as a cat, withdrawing his hand and turning away. The darkness was calling him back, away from his angel, and he knew that this had to be the last time. This was it, the end. Never again would he see Quatre's beautiful face, it would be more than he could bear.
/But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here/
As Trowa slowly padded off into the deeper shadows a soft voice rang out in the dark room.
"Wait! Please don't leave!"
Trowa's eyes widened and he turned, dreading what he would see. Sure enough, as Trowa had feared, Quatre was sat up in bed, staring with his sky-blue eyes at him.
"Where are you going?" The blonde boy asked, his pale skin seeming to glow in the moonlight.
"Away. Where I cannot hurt you." Trowa replied, turning away from the boy, who climbed out of bed and walked slowly up to him.
"What do you mean? Please, tell me who you are? I've seen you in my dreams..." Quatre told the taller boy, walking around him and looking up into his emerald eyes.
"I'm a vampire. I drink blood, I kill people, I live in the darkness... I love you." Trowa murmured, his eyes sliding closed as Quatre reached a hand up and ran it over his cool cheek.
"Are you going to kill me?" Quatre asked softly, his hand trailing down the vampire's neck, tracing the faint scars there.
/He's running out again
He's running out
He runs runs runs/
Trowa's eyes flickered open and he took a step back, shaking his head.
"No... I can't hurt you, I'd rather die." He whispered, and Quatre could see the despair and emptiness in his green eyes.
"You were going to bite me? To make me like you are?" The small blonde boy asked.
"Yes... but I couldn't do that to you." Trowa looked away sadly.
"Why not? What if I want you to?" Quatre said, stepping closer to the vampire and looking up at him. Trowa's eyes widened and he tried to back up a little more but his back met with the wall.
"You don't understand; you have no idea what it's like. P-please, don't come any closer, I don't want to hurt you," Trowa begged, feeling his breathing quicken as Quatre's hands laid on his chest.
"Sshhh..." Quatre smiled softly, then reached up and brushed his lips to Trowa's. The vampire gasped and, before he could control himself, took the small blonde boy in his arms and deepened the kiss into something more passionate. He felt Quatre's lips part slightly for him and he pushed his tongue between them, meeting Quatre's in the blonde boy's mouth.
/Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special/
Quatre moaned softly as Trowa lifted him up effortlessly and carried him back over to the bed, laying him down and climbing over him on his hands and knees, never breaking the kiss. The vampire's slender fingers slid down to the tie that held Quatre's white robe in place and quickly loosened it, finally parting his lips from Quatre's to allow the boy to remove the robe and drop it to the floor beside the bed.
Quatre sat up a little and watched as Trowa pulled his tight black T-shirt off over his head and threw it into the darkness, quickly followed by his silver belt and black jeans, leaving him naked as Quatre in the moonlight.
Without a word, Trowa leant down and kissed a trail of hot kisses down his angel's chest, pausing for a moment to dip his tongue into Quatre's navel, making the blonde boy gasp and arch his hips a little, wanting more. His fingers snaked down and entwined themselves in Trowa's hair, guiding the vampire's head further down and tightening to an almost painful grip when Trowa's hot tongue darted out to taste him.
"Mmmhh..." Quatre moaned, writhing beneath his silent lover. He watched as Trowa took him all in, gasping as the vampire looked up at him through emerald eyes that reflected like a cat's in the moonlight. The blonde boy arched his hips from the bed as he felt one slender finger softly brush his entrance then slip inside gently, moving in time with the pace of Trowa's skilled tongue, drawing forth moans and cries. Another finger joined the first, then another, stretching Quatre for what was coming next.
A startled gasp told Trowa that he'd found Quatre's magic spot and he made sure to hit it with each thrust of his fingers, quickly bringing the blonde boy to climax. Quatre cried out in ecstasy as he came, spilling himself into Trowa's hungry mouth. He shuddered and lay there, letting the aftershocks of ecstasy wash over him as he watched Trowa spit half of his seed into his hand and prepare Quatre with it, then spit out the other half and rub it over his erection. He made a beautiful sight in the moonlight, his head thrown back, gasping as his body trembled with pleasure at the feel of his fingers sliding over his length.
After a moment the vampire boy stopped and positioned himself, leaning up again to kiss Quatre, who spread his legs wider for his lover as Trowa began to slide himself in.
Quatre bit his lip to keep from moaning in pain or pleasure, he wasn't sure which. It seemed to take eternity for Trowa to push all the way inside him, and once it was done the vampire lay still, panting, and waited for Quatre to adjust to him.
"Nnnhhh..." Quatre moaned, moving his hips a little to show that he was ready. Trowa felt the blonde boy's shallow thrust and groaned, leaning down to kiss Quatre as he began to move.
Quatre cried out, arching his head back, then moaned in disappointment when Trowa suddenly paused, breathing heavily. The blonde boy opened his eyes and looked up to see Trowa above him, panting and staring with wide eyes at Quatre's exposed throat. His lips were parted slightly and Quatre could see the tips of his long, white fangs, as well as the look of fear on his pale face.
"What's the matter?" Quatre murmured dazedly, his breath coming in soft gasps. Trowa looked terrified and he closed his eyes, frowning as if in pain.
"I...I can't stop...I don't want... to bite you..." He managed to moan, his fingers curling in the white sheets at Quatre's shoulders.
"It doesn't matter any more. Do it." The blonde whispered.
Trowa's eyes opened, glowing emerald, and he tried to pull back but Quatre snaked his arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
"Please, I want to be with you..." Quatre begged, knowing that he could never feel complete again without Trowa.
"I c-can't!" Trowa gasped as the boy beneath him pulled him down until Trowa's lips were touching his pale throat. He closed his eyes, knowing that he could resist no longer, and kissed Quatre's exposed neck, feeling the boy shiver as he began to move inside him again.
"Forgive me..." Trowa whispered against Quatre's skin, then he parted his elegant lips and bit down, sinking his long, sharp teeth into his angel's throat.
/But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here/
Quatre's body jerked up for a few seconds then relaxed as the sharp pain he'd felt from Trowa's fangs melted away and became pleasure, growing into something he'd never felt before. His head arched back and his fingers ran through Trowa's hair, almost blacking out as Trowa slipped a hand down between them and began to stroke the blonde boy in time with his thrusts, still drinking the sweet, warm blood of his angel.
Quatre's thoughts swam along with his vision and he let his eyes slide closed, the only sounds able to escape his throat being soft whimpers at the triple dose of ecstasy Trowa was driving into him.
Finally it was too much for the blonde boy and he cried out, his eyes closed and his head thrown back in a silent scream as he came, shuddering violently. Trowa drew back from Quatre's throat and licked the blood from his lips, giving a few final thrusts before he, too, surrendered to his climax. His spine arched and he gasped sharply, feeling the smaller body beneath him go limp as Quatre passed out. As the last few shudders ran through him, Trowa collapsed next to Quatre, pulling out carefully and rolling to lie next to his lover.
He buried his face in the soft white pillow and let his bitter tears soak into it, his body trembling as the new blood coursed through him. Finally, exhausted and broken, Trowa fell asleep next to his angel.
Quatre awoke as night was beginning to fall over the land once more, rolling over to look down at Trowa who was still asleep next to him. He could feel the change, deep inside him, and he knew that he could never see the sun shining again, or hear the birds sing, but it didn't matter to him any more. The new vampire leant down and kissed his lover's lips, waking him, and Trowa's emerald eyes opened slowly.
Trowa couldn't speak; couldn't find the words to say how sorry he was, but his eyes held everything in their pain-filled gaze. Quatre understood and smiled softly.
"It's ok," He murmured, and leant down to kiss Trowa again.
End.
Urgh...